There's a toff name of Boris de Pfeffel,
a prodigious purveyor of piffle.
Lies by mouth and by pen
helped him reach number ten.
Now he's doubled his output of drivel.
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There was a teenager called Celia
built her whole life around social media.
The most trivial tripe
got her millions of likes
from adherents of paedophilia.
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There once was a poet called Peter
who struggled to stick to one meter.
As for his feet
they all missed a beat
and his rhymes weren't too elegant either.
18/4/2020
As slot-hunting's pure aggravation!
I am facing slow death by starvation.
It seems they require us
to side-step the virus
and choose death through some other causation.
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